Zoicite:
Because if you did then the stuff you write about would happen

Ruby
Moon-Snape: (goes off daydreaming about owning her own anime)

Zoicite:
(shakes her head) Enjoy the fic.

"A Change
Of Life"

Part One

Zoicite was
walking through the halls of Beryl's Palace. She had been in her
palace for weeks, and she was sick of it. 'I'm going to talk to
Malachite,' Zoicite thought as she teleported to Malachite's
Castle.

She appeared
in his castle and almost didn't get a glimpse of slivery-white hair
rounding the corner. She smiled. "Malachite!"

Zoicite sighed
and teleported away as a pair of silvery-blue eyes watched and too
teleported away.

Zoicite
kneeled infront of her queen. When Queen Beryl allowed her to speak,
she said, "Where are my fellow generals?"

Queen Beryl
tapped her crystal ball once and said, "They're here. In this
room."

Zoicite closed
her eyes and felt Malachite's signature presence. She smiled and
teleported over to him. She opened her eyes and gasped. The person
infront of her wasn't twenty-five, but six. She knelt down and
gingerly reached out to touch the star-kissed hair of her love. A
tear rolled down her pale cheek. "Malachite-sama," was all she
whispered.

"Zoicite-kun."
Malachite reached up and wiped the tear away. Zoicite took him up
into her arms. 'I can't believe it. Who could have done this to
him?'

"Oh, my
love." Zoicite clutched him tighter, not wanting to let go. The
tears started flowing, wetting his shoulder. Zoicite looked at his
face, through her tears. She saw a tear fall from his eye. She wiped
the tear away, saying, " It's alright, love."

Having already
knelt down to his level, she was able to look straight into his
silvery-blue eyes. Seeing the pain this has already caused in their
lives, she scooped her six-year-old love back into her arms.

"So,
Zoicite. Have you found the other generals?" Beryl smirked.

Zoicite closed
her eyes and felt the two presences of Jedite and Nephlite. She used
her gift of telepathy to tell Jedite and Nephlite that it was okay
and to come over to where she and Malachite were. In a flat second,
Jedite and Nephlite appeared.

Jedite and
Nephlite couldn't help staring, but Zoicite and Malachite looked
more like a mother and son, rather than boyfriend and girlfriend.
Zoicite opened her eyes and glanced at the other generals, who looked
to be about the same age as Malachite (6). She held out her one hand
to the remaining members of the only family she had ever known.
Jedite and Nephlite both ran into Zoicite's open arms. She embraced
the rejuvenated trio.

After awhile,
Jedite and Nephlite backed out of the embrace, letting Zoicite hold
Malachite closer than what she was a few minutes ago. After a few
more minutes, Zoicite let Malachite go. Zoicite stood up and turned
to face Beryl. Her eyes went wide as she saw magic coming their way
and she forced the generals to the ground. She stood up and said.
"Why you…"

Zoicite didn't
get to finish her sentence, because Beryl had released a bolt of
magic in the boys' direction. As the bolt came nearer the boys
were sure that they were doomed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Zoicite screamed. She pushed the boys out of the way and the bolt
grazed Zoicite's shoulder. Zoicite fell to the floor.

The three boys
took off in different directions. Beryl waited until they were close
together then released another bolt of magic.

"ZOY!"
Cherry blossoms canceled out the blast of magic.

"ZOICITE!"
the trio chorused again. Zoicite stepped out of the shadows.
Malachite gasped. Zoicite appeared to be about thirteen. Malachite
ran over to her and Zoicite knelt down and embraced her love."

"Oh,
Zoicite. I'm sorry, my love," said Malachite. Zoicite had one
hand around his waist and the other one on the back of his head
tangled in his shoulder-length silvery-white hair. Jedite and
Nephlite looked a them. Now, to them, Zoicite and Malachite looked
like brother and sister.

"It's
alright, Malachite," Zoicite whispered into his ear. "It's not
your fault. But if the first bolt had hit you guys, you three would
have been one-year-old. Good thing it hit me then, hmm?"

Malachite
gasped. "How can you say that, love? It wasn't a good thing that
the bolt hit you!"

"It was
better than it would have been if it had hit you guys. I couldn't
stand it, if you, Jedite, and Nephlite somehow got younger than what
you are now." A tear fell from her eye. "You three are the only
family I've ever known. You especially. You are my boyfriend."

Malachite
pulled back, hung his head, and frowned. Zoicite cocked her head and
walked over to him. She put a hand on his shoulder, and Malachite
turned around. Zoicite knelt down infront of him and looked into his
eyes. "What's wrong, love?"

"You're
seven years older than I am." Malachite flung himself into
Zoicite's arms.

"Oh,
Malachite." Zoicite put her arms around him. "Would you like me
to fix it?"

"There's
only one way you could 'fix it' and I couldn't ask you to do
that to yourself, love."

"If it makes
you, Jedite, and Nephlite feel better, I will. But the three of you
have to agree, okay?"

Malachite
nodded. He teleported over to his friends. "Listen, Zoicite said
that she would make herself the same age we are if we all agree."

"It would
make it a little less tense," Jedite stated.

"Sure,"
Nephlite added, softly.

"I'll go
tell her." Malachite teleported back over to Zoicite.

"We all
agree. Yes."

"Okay then.
Shield your eyes." Zoicite smiled as a bright flash of white
engulfed her. When Malachite looked over, he saw a coppery-blonde,
six-year-old girl lying on the floor. Malachite gasped and rushed
over to the girl.

The flash also
caught the attention of three others. Jedite and Nephlite and Queen
Beryl. Jedite and Nephlite gasped and rushed over to their "sister".
Beryl, however, just frowned.

Malachite
pulled Zoicite into a sitting position, supporting her. When Jedite
and Nephlite arrived, the girl opened her green eyes and looked at
Malachite.

"Oh.
Malachite?"

"Yes, love.
I'm here. I'll always be here for you, Zoicite."

Zoicite made a
move to stand and she was aided by Malachite. Malachite kept his
supportive arm around her shoulders in case she might fall. Nephlite
immediately went to Zoicite's side and cupped her hand in his.
"It's alright, Zoey."

Zoicite looked
at Nephlite with shock coloring her eyes a darker green. His voice
was soft and smooth. She smiled at him. "Thank, Nephlite."

Jedite kind of
hung back. Zoicite noticed this. She removed her hand from
Nephlite's hands. As she walked forward Malachite's arm fell.
Zoicite approached Jedite. He looked into her green eyes. She fell
into his arms. Jedite began stroking Zoicite's coppery-blonde
hair.

"Why were
you holding back, Jedite?" Zoicite whispered into his ear. Jedite
just shrugged. Zoicite gave Jedite a hug, while he stroked her hair.
Malachite and Nephlite walked over to the two blondes.

Zoicite broke
the hug and stepped over to Nephlite and gave him a quick hug.

Zoicite broke
the hug and Malachite put his arms around her waist.

"We should
get out of here, love," Zoicite told Malachite.

"Right."
Malachite turned to the other two generals. "Meet us at my castle."

"Right."
Jedite and Nephlite nodded and disappeared. Malachite and Zoicite
both vanished, too.

In Malachite's
Castle, everyone was seated on the couch. Zoicite was leaning on
Malachite, who had his arm around her waist. It was late in the
evening. Zoicite snuggled closer to Malachite. Malachite smiled,
pulled out a blanket, and draped it over his love and himself. As
they fell asleep, Jedite and Nephlite looked over at their fellow
six-year-old generals.

"Ya know
something, Jedite," Nephlite whispered.

"What?"

"I feel
sorry for Zoicite and Malachite. Especially Zoicite."

Jedite stared
at Nephlite. "You feel sorry for Zoicite?"

"Well, I
mean, look at her. She looks so fragile."

Jedite looked
at Zoicite. "You're right. Curse you, Beryl," Jedite raised
his voice so that it was a little louder than a whisper.

"Too bad we
can't get back at Beryl," Nephlite whispered.

"Yeah,"
Jedite whispered back.

"Why not?"
a feminine voice caught the attention of the two blue eyed generals.

"Zoey!"
The two of them went over to their "sister".

"Did we wake
you up?"

"No, Jedite.
I was awake for awhile anyway. I heard what you said about Beryl.
I know a way we can get her back," she smiled.

"What is
it?"

"We can do
the same thing to her that she did to us."

"What! Are
you crazy?"

"I was
serious."

"Now that I
think about it, it seems like a good idea. What do you think
Nephlite?"

"Sure count
me in."

"Me too."

Zoicite looked
up as she heard the voice and smiled. "Really, Malachite. You mean
it?"

"Yes,
Zoi-chan."

"Okay then.
When should we do it, what age should she be, and is that the only
thing we should do to her?" Zoicite asked.

"She should
be six."

"We should
do it soon."

"Let's do
more than change her age. We should give her selective amnesia, too!"

"Okay. How
about we do it tomorrow?" Zoicite yawned.

"That sounds
like a good time, Zo." Jedite smiled. The others nodded and they
fell asleep.

TO BE
CONTINUED

Malachite:
That was horrible.

Jedite: I
agree.

Nephlite: Why
us?

Zoicite:
Because the author is a deranged psychopath.

Jedite:
Speaking of whom, where is she?

Zoicite: She's
in her room consuming vast amounts of chocolate.

Nephlite: Read
and Review so we don't have to put up with her.

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